I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. A few seconds later, which seemed an eternity, the door was opened. "I think you've come to pick up my daughter" the man said. "Yes sir". "Oh, you can call me Mr. Jones" he answered "don't stay at the door and come in. Michelle will be ready in a few minutes".
Mr. Jones offered me a drink while he was taking a bottle of whisky but I refused, I thought it was some kind of test. He stared at me and those were some uncomfortable moments but luckily Michelle wasn't late.
MJ said goodbye to her father and he fingered his eyes and mine. Then we went to the summer ball.
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Short Stories
Short StoryA collection of stories I wrote in English class. Colección de historias cortas escritas en clase de inglés.
